Cruel Charade

~ BE WARNED – evil draws an icy breath ~

 

Molten round
the wolf’n eye
soft and round
the ripening breast

roundness
in the youngling’s fear
a circle round
the blood moon’s crest

there is a lie
in that circled moon
that surrounds
a cruel charade

it walks in shadows
collecting tears
‘til midnight’s debt
is fully paid

‘til innocence
is found to want
and purity
so deep defiled

that cold and soulless
canid eyes
will cleave the sweet
in the blood moon’s wild

and all that once
so tender pure
will on this night
turn beastly raw

and guilted hearts
will hide away
to deny at dawn
the truth they saw

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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 

13 thoughts on “Cruel Charade”

    1. Thank you Sherry… 🙂 I was moved by the cold darkness (if you imagine it as facing left), and the confused innocence (if you imagine it as facing right) that I read in that eye as I purposely cropped it.

  1. “That cold and soulless canid eyes” bore into me, along with the rest of that particular stanza. Wonderful capture, Rob.

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